Over the drip of flowing spring
The voice of God speaks;
Over the devastation of rushing flood
The voice of God speaks;
Over the dazzle of flickering flame
The voice of God speaks;
Over the distress of bitter cold
The voice of God speaks;
Over the delights of provision and comfort
The voice of God speaks;
Over the desolation of wilderness waste
The voice of God speaks;
Saying,
“You are my beloved child; I delight in you.”
Drew Dixon 
Beautiful, Drew. Thank you for sharing.
Beautiful, Drew. Thanks for sharing. Beloved and delight are 2 words he’s been talking to me about for the last 3 years.
Melody, thank you for your encouragement. I’m glad this poem resonated with you. Those two words hold so much. May they continue to resound ever deeper!